bahasa indonesia

wah, hebat. ini post ketigaku hari ini. di dalam bahasa indo lagi. kenapa ya? mungkin cemen iseng deh.

kalau ada orang indo baca ini, kasih tau aku dong kalau tulisan gua salah. yap, trims.

aku ini orang indo, tapi lama lama lupa gimana tulis ngomong baca indo. gawat gawat. jadi sekarang mesti latihan kan? iya dong

masa sekarang aku mulai belajar bahasa spanish sih, padahal bahasa indo nya masi belum di master (master di indo itu apa ya?)

waduh...........sedih aku, orang indo tapi tak bisa bahasa indo. satu satu nya jalan keluar adalah aku mesti belajar sekarang. yes, mesti.

heh. just thought about my chances of getting into med school here. not only must you get super high scores, you must... or nevermind, like anyone will know the american education system anyway.... summary: it is very difficult.
ah, succinct.

then, med schools here typically give spaces to residents first, then any space they have left they will give to the best international students. that places me, an international student, somewhere below used tissue and above scum-stucked-at-the-bottom-of-your-shoe when it comes to being admitted into med school. hah.

and that is why i'm just a teeny tiny bit discouraged. ok, so maybe quite a lot. but hey, i wont give up! no way man! i'll prove to them that i can do it too!
I am so gonna work hard till i froth and foam at the mouth (figure of speech pls)!

GRR

kiddy genius

hem, i've calmed down somewhat. no use worrying eh? at the most, i can become a camerawoman instead :D yeah!

anyway, on to today's post:

in my time (i'm feeling old now), people used to say to their 5 year-olds "Bobby, draw me a circle! good boy!"

you know what, my 5 year old cousin Christopher knows english fluently, bahasa indonesia fairly and is learning bits of chinese, french and spanish. goodness me. and one day, i was sitting with him as my aunt was teaching him, and she said " Christopher, draw me a pentagon!"

Pentagon?! what happened to circles? of course, like any normal kid, Christopher prefers to draw circles and rectangles or squares (yes, he memorized the difference), but he could actually draw pentagons! for those of u reading this who cant draw one, shame... shame...

apparently, as i soon found out, he was also required to draw hexagons etc. again, for those of you who cant draw hexagons at a whim, shame...shame...
this is required for kindergarten (he is in preschool now).

arent you feeling stupid now? yeah, me too...

Academic suicide

however i look at it, i cannot escape. i have to take 22 units a quarter in order to transfer on time. i'm so gonna die.

why must UC davis have that blasted cap of 105 transferrable units?!

my only other option is to take it easy, and take classes that i want to take over a 2 year period. that's fine, except that because of that blasted cap of 105 units, half of what i take will not be transferrable.

ppl tell me, relax, take the classes because you like it. come on! who on earth can take a class that consumes 15 hrs a week of your time for fun? ARGHH!

blast it! i need to meet my counsellor...

coffeeholic

in singapore, i thought that drinking coffee itself is not gd already. here, i am averaging 3 cups a day. oh dear. and not those crazy sweet more-sugar-than-caffeine concoctions.

here, coffee is a way of life, a ritual. first u drink it every morning. then u drink during break so that u dont sleep during class. when u arrive home u drink another cuppa if u feel like it. finally, a cup to keep u awake enough to do homework.

the coffee sold outside is always the brewed type; not the diluted monstrosity u get from the vending machine in st margs. i dont even know why i drink that. maybe just to delude myself into feeling awake since that coloured water couldnt possibly contain real coffee; it's too expensive you see.

haha, and i still remember how shocked mrs (er, my sec 4 math teacher who i really like and dont mean to forget her name just so you know in case she reads this) was when she saw me drinking that 'coffee' during the o levels study periods (the one in the com labs until 7pm). "what? why you drinking coffee instead of milo?! you're too young!"

if only she can see me now.

oh no.

today eric told me that there are only 5 indonesian girls versus 30 indonesian guys. he asked some guy called hans or smth.

i refuse to believe this. nvm, i guess i'll find out during saturday's indonesian barbeque event.

i have a book review and summary to do :( i dont want to do it! procrastination is the way to go.

It seems, unfortunately, that indonesian parents are more at ease with sending their sons rather than their daughters to the US. Which is why i became the only new indonesian girl this spring, compared to 4 new indonesian guys.

and now, 1 week after school has started, i found myself in the unique position of being the only girl surrounded by 8 guys during a lunch one day after church. it was kinda strange, but what to do. i discovered that boys probably inhale their food judging from the speed with which food disappeared from the table. The plate of mayonnaise prawns that i wanted to sample practically evaporated, leaving me sadly prawnless.

oh dear.

today, after yet another lunch, this time surrounded by 4 guys, i decided to give up hope of meeting more indonesian girls anytime soon. there are just too few. i see them in church, but not really in school. must make friends with them soon!

it's quite funny actually. someone up there must have decided that since i have been "deprived" of guys for 10 years (being in st.margs and all), i should be practically buried under them now.

haha..... sigh.